Dream Poem by Anna VarneyWong

Dream



Were there flowers before longing created them?
or is it the sigh of the bees
that awakens this field before my eyes…

or the murmur…
- is it the murmur of the breeze
caressing the flowers

that dreams me into being?

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Anna VarneyWong

Anna VarneyWong

Johannesburg
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